Lightning rips open the night sky with wild abandon. The headstones below number in the thousands; a labyrinth of death and decay. One stands out amongst the rest. Crimson washes over the granite memorial as the rain begins to fall. Blood. The ground below the stone begins to tremble. A lone hand thrusts through the prison below, groping for life above. A second hand follows behind it, allowing the body to rise up. A figure appears from the grave: "I'm back, bitches."
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Weeeeelll it's a long time coming, but I'm finally back. It's not a finished piece, but let's face it. It could be a while longer before that happens. So enjoy some sketches I've made over the past few weeks until then! :3

"Deer Lady" Natalia Soronovich ©
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